Dead Knight's Rite — Einherjer

As thunder borne upon the wind Was heard the battle's wild uproar See the angels of the dead Seek blood dripping crimson red

Amidst the heaps of foemen slain Drenched with battle's bloody rain On the plate-mail rattled loud The arrow-shower's rushing cloud

Spear-torrents swept away Ranks of foes from light of day

In the dark the spears were whet Grimly pointed metal shone Dread the weapons of the knights Battered shield and blood-smeared swords

Ravens, rain-soaked lurked the feast Nesting redly the deceased Grim the jaws that shook their shields Red the fangs that bit the bones

Spear-torrents swept away Ranks of foes from light of day